i think i am losing my touch here because i can't think of a single thing to tell you all (three). i could tell you about the 8 hockey games i will watch my kids play this weekend in the Cities, but my hockey stories are way overdone. so. i scratch my head. realize it's been awhile since my last lame post. wonder what i'm going to write.

my life is just not very interesting. i might have a story, though.


i have been coaching Girls on the Run again, but my heart isn't (or wasn't) in it. i even told karen on tuesday that i didn't want to go. it's hard to make your boys sit at school for an extra 90 minutes while you run around with other people's kids. the boys are less than thrilled to be there and they wonder why there isn't a Boys on the Run program. BUT, i do get why i am there. the other coaches all have girls in the program, so they generally want to run with their own girls. i am there to run with everyone else. there is one little girl there that just drives me nuts. she has tendenitis. she has a sore toe. she forgot her shoes. she hurt her neck. she always has excuses and i just want to ask her why the heck she's even there. on tuesday i decided to run just with her. i did all i could to encourage her and we chatted about all kinds of things. by the end, she had run 8 laps (her record was walking 2) and her face was one big smile. she told me "i am so happy, i'm glowing inside!" i told her that's what sweat and pride feel like all mixed together. it totally made my day. she hugged me and told me i was her favorite coach, and then asked if i would go tell her mom how awesome she did. we walked hand in hand to an old beat up, rusted out car. the window rolled down and smoke billowed out. the lady inside had a mullet and tattoos and she looked like she could beat the crap out of me. i peeked my head inside and told her that her daughter was a rock star. the daughter holding tightly to my hand and smiling from ear to ear. the lady just opened the door, pulled the cigarette out of her mouth and told her to get in.

my heart broke.

and a lesson was learned. my attitude toward this little girl totally flipped. i want to bring her home with me and love her up and tell her that NO, she's not fat and YES, she is special. i can't. but i can show up once a week and run with her. that i can do.

i love kids.

i love my kids.

pretty sure i love your kids. and your cats.

happy weekend.